Zhao Shizhen's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly stood up and said, "I'll go and persuade him to leave."

Zhao Hao stood up without commenting, and a flash of excitement flashed across his face. What is this called? Everyone knows it without being told.

When he came out, Zhao Shizhen had already run out and blocked his way at the gate.

The Zhao Mansion is actually two adjacent three-courtyard houses connected by a door on the wall, so it is very unique in that it has two front doors and two back doors.

At this moment, Zhao Shixi and his men appeared outside the front door of the west courtyard.

"Get out here, you bastard!"

While shouting, he swaggered into the yard with a ruthless step.

"Second brother, stop messing around." Zhao Shizhen looked behind him and saw that, in addition to his cronies, there were actually twenty or so young men with fierce faces and sticks in their hands. He was immediately frightened out of his wits.

"It's none of your business, get out of here." Zhao Shixi pushed the frail Zhao Shizhen away, then crossed his arms and grinned at Zhao Hao, who was standing in the yard with his hands behind his back:

"You bastard, you dare to hit me, why are you not so arrogant now? Let someone hit me again!"

"Uncle will definitely satisfy your request." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile.

"You still dare to be stubborn?!" Zhao Shixi pulled his face and waved his hand fiercely, saying: "Go!"

Those fighting boys were wearing short shirts, their arms were covered with fancy tattoos, and they were carrying iron rods and wooden sticks, looking very scary.

They shouted and rushed forward, ready to capture Zhao Hao.

“No…” Zhao Shizhen hurriedly hugged the legs of a young man who was fighting, and shouted at Zhao Hao: “Uncle, don’t just stand there, run…”

Zhao Hao gave him an approving look and snapped his fingers.

With a loud bang, the doors and windows of the east and west wing rooms were pushed open at the same time. The strong man from Caijia Lane, who had taken off his cotton jacket and was shirtless, rushed out with a jujube wood stick in his hand.

Without saying a word, I beat anyone I saw!

The so-called fighting gangs are nothing more than some street thugs who rely on their boxing skills and their close ties with their best friends. How can they be the opponents of the men in Caijia Lane who have seen blood on the battlefield and are used to group fights?

Caught off guard, almost as soon as they came face to face, half of the young villains were beaten, and the remaining half were stunned on the spot, and then all of them were knocked to the ground...

Then the men from Caijia Lane used all kinds of wrestling techniques to lock them up one by one.

Zhao Shixi was stunned. He didn't expect that the professional thugs he brought with him were so vulnerable.

Seeing the giant and strong man walking towards him with big strides, Zhao Shixi was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

But no matter how hard he moved his feet, he couldn't move forward at all.

Zhao Shixi looked down and found that he had been lifted up by someone, with both feet hanging in the air...

"Oh my god..." Zhao Shixi wanted to call his mother for help, but then he remembered that he had sent his mother out early in the morning...

"Let me go, do you know who I am? I am the son of Guanglu Qing. If you touch me, your whole family will be killed!" However, Zhao Shixi still refused to give in and kept threatening Gao Wu with rude words.

"Tie him to the tree." Zhao Hao smiled coldly and gave the order in a deep voice.

~~

In broad daylight, two officials were leading with lanterns reading "Guangluqing", and two officials were behind with gongs to clear the way, leading a sedan chair with four bearers towards the Donghua Gate.

Zhao Jin was wearing a scarlet round-necked shirt. He sat in the sedan chair with a serious expression on his face, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

His conversation with Wang Tongnian today was a great success.

A well-organized and insightful plan for pacifying the Miao people was presented, which left Wang Tongnian stunned and applauding!

Finally, Wang Tongnian, who rarely condescended to show his respect, stood up from his seat, bowed to him and apologized:

"I originally said that you were a garrison in Guizhou and understood the local customs. This was just an excuse to recommend you. Who would have thought that I underestimated you. Your understanding of Guizhou is second to none in the court. You are the best candidate for the post of Governor of Guizhou!"

Then Wang Tongnian stood up, patted his chest and said to him: "For both public and private reasons, I will do my best to help you fight for it!"

The governor was a third-rank official, so naturally, Wang Tongnian, a third-rank assistant minister, could not decide. In fact, the Ministry of Personnel had no decision-making power, only the right to make suggestions, and the final decision had to be made through the imperial recommendation.

However, given the harmonious nature of the Ming officialdom, as long as it is not an important position, or the personnel recommended by the Ministry of Personnel are too absurd, the Nine Ministers and Censors will not rashly raise their hands to oppose.

After all, this would not only completely offend a senior official, but more seriously, it would anger the Ministry of Personnel. There is no need to elaborate on how serious the consequences of angering the Ministry of Personnel are...

So when Wang Tongnian patted his chest and made the promise, the matter became a sure thing and there would be basically no variables.

Zhao Jin, who had put his mind at ease, realized that he had not been back to Guanglu Temple to work for several days.

Although the food supply in the palace is now taken over by the Shangshenjian and other inner court offices, the Guanglu Temple is still very idle as long as there are no large banquets. But at the end of the year, it is still necessary to prepare a rich New Year's gift for several cabinet elders, the nine ministers, and important figures like Wang Tongnian. Although it is not a big deal, if there is a mistake, it will inevitably leave a bad impression on the big guys that "old soldiers are ignorant."

He decided to go back and take stock of the Guanglu Temple's inventory to see how to distribute it among the bigwigs in the capital...Giving gifts is something that requires a lot of skill.

Zhao Jin was thinking about bird's nests, sea cucumbers, prawns, and scallops when he suddenly heard his long-servant Yu Peng whisper, "What happened? You're so flustered."

"Master Yu, something bad has happened. The second young master has been beaten up." It was the servant of the Zhao Mansion who was rushing to the Guanglu Temple to report the news, and he saw Zhao Jin's sedan chair on the way.

"What?!" Yu Peng shouted in surprise.

Zhao Jin in the sedan also frowned and asked in a cold voice, "What good thing has he done again?"

As expected, no one knows a son better than his father. Zhao Jin did not think well of Zhao Shixi at all.

"The second young master took some people to the west courtyard to cause trouble, but was caught by the uncle's men, tied to a tree and beaten..." The servant trembled and reported, "Master, go back and take a look, don't let anything happen to the second young master."

"It would be better if he died!" Zhao Jin became furious when he heard this.

Zhao Jin originally planned to go back to the yamen directly, regardless of whether that evil creature lived or died.

But then I thought, I must apologize to my brother first, otherwise what if a rift arises between us brothers?

He then stomped heavily on the sedan chair and said with a muffled groan: "Go back home!"

The sedan bearers then turned the sedan chair around and carried the Minister of Imperial Household back to Chunsong Hutong.

The official sedan chair landed directly outside the west gate of the mansion.

The sedan bearer lowered the sedan pole. Yu Peng lifted the thick curtain with one hand and held the upper edge with the other hand, helping Lord Xunqing get out of the sedan.

Zhao Jin walked quickly into the yard.

As soon as I entered, I saw Zhao Shixi tied up on a bare ginkgo tree. There were at least 20 or 30 young men tied up like bunches of straw next to him.

Those young men had bruises on their faces and heads, but Zhao Shixi had no injuries at all. He was just shivering from being tied up outside for so long in the middle of winter.

Even at this point, Zhao Shixi was still cursing at the main hall: "You bastard, if you have the guts, don't let me down. I'll tell you how you're going to explain to my father when he gets back!"

Not to mention, that strong and unyielding look really does seem to be a family tradition.

"Shut up!" Zhao Jin shouted angrily.

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